The car held on for three more intersections before it finally ran out of power, forcing Phil to park along the curb. By that point, they had already reached the city’s outer buildings. The small shops with apartments on their upper floors had been replaced by blocky warehouses, and the traffic had dwindled to almost nothing. Few people came out this far.
Climbing out of the car, Desa heaved out a breath and shut the door. She had been sitting for at least ten minutes, but she still felt the sweat prickling on her brow. And her hair was drenched.
She clicked her tongue when she was forced to remove her coat and leave it on the seat. The garment had been a gift from Anna Lenai; she would prefer not to lose it to any ne’er-do-well who happened to be passing by, but it was too hot to run in
